Hit the Floor

Kniggety-knock, kniggety knock, knock, knock Punk, guess who's back, yeah, it's that Compton nigga How'd you figure that I'd give your ass the first jump? Sorry, fool, The Eiht don't sleep, chump Some want me to stop with the violence Some say, "Take a code of silence" But you'll get the mother-fucking middle finger 'Cause Eiht won't be no rap-pop singer Now you still want me to flip-flop Straight black, no chill, we come from top From the depths of hell as I bail Fresh outta jail, nigga might as well Get too drunk and hit the fucking blunt Then peel your cap back, sorry, punk Back in your shit, so here we go Motherfuckers hit the floor Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off Nigga, I'm a trigger-happy, nigga Squeeze the trigger and bodies are hauled off Nigga, I'm a trigger-happy, nigga Shiggety-shit's gonna hit the fan, Jack When I'm blunted off the fuckin chronic sack Geah, so hit the floor when I cock the gatt Bloods gon' spill when I rat-tat-tat Bitches scream, niggas yell Three days later left is a fucked up smell Coming from the Compton psycho (psycho) Can you fuck with me? I don't think so I got the mind of a lunatic And I'll fuck you quick, so you can suck a fat dick And take that shit to the bank So on the way the Eiht can gank And my style ain't friendly often Eight times outta ten, you end in a coffin I don't think you can deal no more C-M-W say hit the fucking floor Punk ass nigga Back in your shit for the nine-deuce to get loose Eiht hype in the motherfucking house, geah...